“What a long day…”you whisper as you head upstairs to your room. You open the door you look up and see,markiplier, Standing in your room.“Oh uh… hey?” You freeze “this is a dream….You’re not real….”She whispers “well kinda yes and kinda no… you see I am indeed a fragment of your imagination!….however to you I am real and I’m exactly like the real person….Sorry this is weird but another thing. Whatever ego imagine me to be in that moment when you open your eyes that will happen.”